Eve Of Destruction
Barry McGuire| Original | La versione di Gino Santercole (da Tuttotesti), interpretata... |
| EVE OF DESTRUCTION The eastern world it is explodin', Violence flarin', bullets loadin', You're old enough to kill but not for votin', You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin', And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin', But you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today? If the button is pushed, there's no running away, There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave, Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy, And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin', I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, Handful of Senators don't pass legislation, And marches alone can't bring integration, When human respect is disintegratin', This whole crazy world is just too frustratin', And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China! Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama! Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, But when your return, it's the same old place, The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace, You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace, Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace, And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. | QUESTO VECCHIO PAZZO MONDO Non piangere mai più che questo mondo non è stato mai rotondo. Tu carichi il fucile di chi ti spara e dopo piangi se la vita è troppo amara. E tu sei convinto ancora che lei ti amava. Dimmi, dimmi, come, come, come, fai a dire che tu credi in questo vecchio pazzo mondo? Tu credevi in lui quasi ciecamente e credevi in me che ero il tuo amico ora piangi perché lei ti ha tradito con me e domandi perché e mi domandi perché. Tu sei troppo buono sai per dei tipi come noi: Dimmi, dimmi, come, come, come, fai a dire che tu credi in questo vecchio pazzo mondo? Ehi amico perché tu non rispondi niente e guardi me così umilmente. Perché ora dovrei avere dei rimorsi se in questa vita ognuno riesce ad odiarsi e mai nessuno impara ad amare e tanto meno poi a perdonare. Amico mio caro dimmi perché |
